CHAPTER 555: CHAPTER 539: FATAL STRIKE_1

As the Qin Dynasty’s forces on the Starlight City battlefield were in a life-or-death predicament, a troop of one hundred thousand crossed the renowned Namechuan Mountains, rapidly approaching Beidou Palace’s main camp. Terrifying auras emanated from them. Even the weakest among them were at the Saint King Realm.

At the front of the troops, Zhang Jiao, his eyes glowing yellow, glanced intermittently toward Starlight City. "Quick! Speed up!" he urged anxiously.

After occupying the Taiyi Saint’s Court, he had begun to consolidate the remaining forces, selecting strong individuals from all the major clans to form a ’Yellow Turban Army’, to whom he taught the ’Dao of Peace’. Upon learning that the Beidou Palace battlefield had reached a stalemate, he immediately led his army to their aid. Following Sima Yi’s suggestion, he avoided the main battlefield, instead striking at the heart by attacking Beidou Palace’s main camp.

Just as they neared the Beidou Palace’s main camp, a massive battle erupted in Starlight City. Through the ’Heavenly Eye of Peace’, he clearly saw the battlefield situation. He knew Ma Chao and the others were in extreme danger, at risk of death at any moment. At the same time, he understood there was only one way to save Ma Chao and his comrades: destroy Beidou Palace.

If they succeeded, the power of Fortune Tianshu Xingzun had swallowed would completely dissipate. He would fall back to the Origin Great Emperor Realm. Furthermore, influenced by the Heart Demon, his combat strength would greatly decrease.

On the dim and boundless land, a hundred thousand yellow lights streaked across the Heavenly Universe. Two minutes later, they arrived outside seven towering mountains. Without hesitation, they launched a terrifying attack, piercing through the Void and causing heaven and earth to shatter.

"How dare you behave so atrociously in Beidou Palace! You’re courting death!"

"Disciples of every peak, heed my command! Follow this elder into battle!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Hack the invading enemy into a thousand pieces! Mince their bodies!"

As Beidou Palace’s main camp, the number of experts stationed there was still considerable. Numerous figures, wreathed in starlight and exuding imposing auras, flew out from the seven peaks. They held weapons, their auras extraordinary. Among them were over a dozen with Emperor Realm auras.

"The Azure Heavens are dead; the Yellow Heaven shall rise!" Zhang Jiao declared, taking a step forward, his yellow Daoist robe fluttering. The nine-section staff in his hand shone brilliantly, its light enveloping many Beidou Palace disciples. Within the boundless radiance that filled the sky and covered the earth, a peculiar Power of Laws emanated.

Many Beidou Palace disciples began to grow dazed, their eyes vacant, slowly lowering their weapons. Only a few Emperor Realm powerhouses could barely maintain their clarity, but they too were dizzy and drained of energy.

BOOM!

At that moment, the Yellow Turban Army’s attack descended. The bodies of countless Beidou Palace disciples exploded, flesh and blood splattering to form a gruesome rain that drizzled down. In the blink of an eye, the seven majestic peaks were stained crimson. Such a scene was horrifying to behold.

What a mysterious Dao of Peace!

Sima Yi sighed softly, filled with deep apprehension. With just a single sentence, Zhang Jiao had plunged numerous Beidou Palace disciples into an illusion, stripping them of their will to fight. He truly is the leader who, by his own power, ignited the momentous Yellow Turban Rebellion in the Nine Provinces! In some aspects, even I feel inferior.

"No!" In the dense blood mist, over a dozen Beidou Palace elders cried hysterically, tears of blood streaming from their eyes. Their disciples, their families, their friends—all dead.

Monsters! The people of the Great Qin Saint’s Court are all monsters!

"Everyone, be interred in the Dao of Peace and rest well," Zhang Jiao continued, his eyes revealing a world-weary sorrow that unconsciously compelled belief. Above his head, countless splendid lights coalesced, forming a brand-new world where innumerable people lived in peace and contentment, free from oppression, war, and death... It was like an ideal world of Great Harmony.

I want to rest; I want to be interred in the Dao of Peace... The dozen or so Beidou Palace elders, who had been howling with twisted, enraged expressions, instantly grew tranquil. Like devout believers, they began to walk, step by trembling step, toward the world above Zhang Jiao’s head.

RUMBLE!

As they drew near, Zhang Jiao violently shook his nine-section staff. Powerful bursts of energy erupted, instantly killing all the Beidou Palace elders. Imperial blood splattered, its golden radiance dazzling. Until death, smiles remained on their faces.

"Pass the order: annihilate Beidou Palace!" Zhang Jiao commanded coldly, his face slightly pale. A blood-laden wind blew, revealing a streak of white amidst his flowing black hair. It was exceptionally jarring, exuding an aura of decay and death.

So, it costs my lifespan after all! Sima Yi squinted slightly, gazing at that strand of white hair, and mused, No wonder! No wonder Zhang Jiao mysteriously fell ill and died at the height of the Yellow Turban Rebellion in my previous life... If Zhang Jiao hadn’t died of illness back then and had continued to lead the Yellow Turban Rebellion, perhaps he truly could have overthrown the Eastern Han regime and completely rewritten the history of the Nine Provinces.

"By your command!" The one hundred thousand soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army saluted, then stormed into Beidou Palace, wreaking havoc, demolishing ancestral temples, and thoroughly scattering Beidou Palace’s Fortune.

In the blood mist and dust, thousands of splendid palaces crumbled to ruin.

Beidou Palace—this power that had dominated over a dozen Dao Domains, ruled countless beings, and flourished for several eras—now met its end.

「Meanwhile, at the Starlight City battlefield!」

PFFT! Zhang Fei and Huang Zhong were sent flying backward, leaving two trails of blood in the Void. Their powerful bodies were riddled with six or seven sword wounds, so deep the bone was visible.

"Fight!" both roared. Panting heavily, their eyes ablaze, they utterly disregarded their injuries. With blood-soaked hair flying and strides unwavering, they charged toward Tianshu Xingzun. Indomitable battle intent erupted from them.

Fight! Fight! Fight!

Even if their bones were fractured and they bled profusely, even if their organs were shattered and their Spiritual Energy exhausted, they would not flinch; they would continue to fight. As long as they lived, as long as they drew breath, they would battle on.

BOOM!

Tianshu Xingzun swung his battle sword, his aura growing increasingly frenzied as he clashed fiercely with Zhang Fei and Huang Zhong. The already shattered sky fractured further.

In a short while, Zhang Fei and Huang Zhong sustained several more injuries. Their imperial bodies were shattered, their flames of life dimming, as if they could be extinguished at any moment. Their consciousness began to blur. Even so, neither retreated, fighting on tenaciously.

"Die!" Tianshu Xingzun roared, growing impatient. Demonic light raged around him as he drew upon thousands of starlights, concentrating all his power into a ferocious thrust. This strike aimed directly at Zhang Fei’s head! The Law of Demons surged, and the Law of Stars engulfed the heavens! If it landed, Zhang Fei would undoubtedly die; his very soul would be obliterated, vanishing completely from this world.

Seeing the black war sword approach, Zhang Fei raised his serpent spear, attempting to parry the terrifying blow. But he was too slow; he could not possibly succeed.

BOOM!

Suddenly, Tianshu Xingzun’s body stiffened. The attack he had gathered dispersed like air from a punctured balloon. His power plummeted, falling to the peak of the Origin Great Emperor Realm.

"Die!" On the other side, Huang Zhong seized the opportunity. He retrieved his war bow from his storage space, skillfully nocked an arrow, and poured all his strength into it.

BOOM!

The world seemed to crumble!

A blood-red arrow tore through the Void, piercing layer upon layer of space to embed itself in Tianshu Xingzun’s heart, sending blood splashing.

It was a fatal arrow.

"This..." As his life force waned, Tianshu Xingzun regained consciousness. Sensing his vitality ebb and recalling the battle, a trace of sorrow touched his dying face.

"Haha..."

"HAHAHAHA!"

Suddenly, he burst into an eerie laugh that echoed through the heavens and the earth.

In his final moment before death, Tianshu Xingzun turned his head, looked deeply at Tianshu Xingzun and the three individuals with him, then reluctantly closed his eyes.

His gaze was filled with disappointment.